Thriller The Story of Meera

[Priyanka98]

"I'd like to buy this house," Meera said with determination.
"Have you suddenly lost your desire to live?" the woman said.
"You let me worry about that," Meera said with a smile, "Do you have a key to this place? I'd like to have a look."
The woman now suddenly felt afraid of Meera as she walked confidently towards her.
"Hey, stop there!" the woman warned in a scared voice, "Don't take another step. I'll bring you the key."
The woman went inside her house and got a key and handed it over to Meera.
"How come you have the key to this so-called haunted house?" Meera asked, "The ghosts don't bother you?"
"Not that it is any of your business," the woman said rudely, "But the owner practically begged me to keep the key. He kept having these nightmares which disappeared only after he got rid of the key."
"Hmmm...interesting," Meera said as she took the key from her hand.
Meera opened the lock and pushed open the gate. It took quite an effort to move the rusted heavy gate. Meera walked up to the front door and opened it. Everything inside was covered with a thick layer of dust. It appeared as if the house had been locked for several years. Meera continued exploring the deserted house. Everything was lying around as she remembered, as if the house had been frozen in time. It stayed in its past while everything around it changed.
She opened the almirahs and found clothes, books, and everything else abandoned as it is. She found an old album with a few family photos. She finally had a glimpse of her childhood that she so badly craved to know about. She found her birth certificate and she found a picture of herself with her mother. A tear fell from her eye as all her memories came to life.
She remembered how she played as a child within the walls of this house, and how she had her little dreams about her life. Her father died when she was very young, she had no memory of her father. Her mother worked as a servant in this house. She remembered how she slept in her mother's arms on a rug on the kitchen floor.
She then entered Naina's room. Naina was like an elder sister to Meera. Naina's room brought so many memories to life. It was the same room where Naina used to teach her to read and write, and give her all the lessons she would have got at college. She wanted to educate Meera so that one day Meera would have a decent job, and could live a good life. Sometimes Naina would play songs on her radio. Some other times Naina stole food for Meera and let her eat secretly hiding in her closet. Meera opened the closet and smiled as she remembered how she fit inside it when she was little. Naina's things were lying around just the way she had left it. Her books, her clothes, her teddy bear, Meera touched all her things fondly.
On the table, she found Naina's diary. She knew Naina wrote a diary, but she never read it out of respect for her privacy. But now that Naina was gone, Meera picked up her diary with a trembling hand. It was moldy as the seepage from the ceiling had destroyed most of its pages. But there were still a few pages that Meera could read.